Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.